Chapter 59

I blinked, frowning, but he wasn't looking at me. Rocko almost snarled but swallowed it, shooting me a look that promised violence. I dipped my head playfully and kicked him under the table. Rocko managed not to glare at either of us, but it was an effort. I reached for his near empty glass with a mewing sound and rose, giving my hair a little flip to slide down my back, and moved for the bar. I felt their eyes following me, a soft touch down my spine, and had to still a shiver.

I nodded to Barry, handing over the glass and waiting for the refill. I really didn't want to hear whatever price was set, as I didn't trust myself not to start laughing. I did wonder where he'd gotten the idea from. If Barry was letting the flesh trade go on under his nose, I certainly hadn't heard about it. I'd let Rocko keep the money, as I had no interest in it, though it would look as though I was rentable. I'd correct the next that thought so, but just this on